Long Wineglass Poems

“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History...

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Showering white light illuminates 
  Bright-Moon Bay;
   In the overlooking Moon-Inviting Pavilion,
 Li Bai had raised his twinkling, rich amber
Coloured wineglass
    To invite the same reticent Moon.  ...

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Early days as a flaneur;
I recall the couple 
On the Metro
When I was still innocent 
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
Clad head to toe 
In new blue denim, 
Wistfully smiling
While her muscular black beau...

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It
was him,
and immediately
I  felt  the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered  the room.  
I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized,
yet his form continued to caress the corner of my...

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The clown with his red cherub face
A maggot in his twisted brain
The jack-booted leather Christian
With dull razorblades down his spin

Staring down from their high windows
The taste of gin upon their tongues
Lusty fire crackling in their...

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my boyfriend asked me ‘what is fragile’
and i said
Glass
Hearts
Bones

the wineglass i threw at the wall
shards of glass in the expensive carpet
because you kept pushing pushing pushing

born with a heart murmur
doctor talk for not fully formed
pulsing...

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I thought I had the element of surprise
 on my side, as I looked longingly in her eyes
    Tempted to reveal the whole spiel
She spoke with unequivocated zeal
...elegant fingers fondled a wineglass...

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There are two glasses of wine on the stand
One for me and the other for somebody dear
Time ticks slow waiting for him to be near
Sadly nobody seems to be coming at hand.

Outside the sun fades...

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I saw her sitting alone 
At a corner table 
Of a poorly lit inn 

Her blouse pink 
The color of 
Sweet smelling roses 

She had no clue 
Who else was in the 
Tavern and did...

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Words

Where do words come from? 
In moments of exhilaration or despair
They come unbidden, sometimes tumbling, 
Sometimes meandering, making their uninvited way, 
The welcomed unwelcome guest.

Thoughts of you lay dormant,
Quietly biding their time until chance
Encounter on...

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VIRGINAL GIRL
begin the beguine..
Make your music mine
LAUGHING GIRL
joy's outflow-from eyes aglow
GIRL WITH EARRING
a look of love-
into eternity's mirror
LACEMAKING GIRL
intricate detail
patient design-
portrait of time
MUSIC GIRL
when the music ends-
we no longer can pretend
LETTER GIRL
a few words
can make...

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"One day I woke up to a world of topsy-turvy 
one minute sharing a meal and hugging my kids 
and the next, keeping my distance with a masked smile" 

I believe that tomorrow was never...

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Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks.  Who? What? When? Why? Why not?

Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose...

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(a poetry collection)

for The Beloved
and
in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
_______

First Leaf: "Radiantly Dark"

I have wandered the moon-smitten byways of earth and not seen
a divinity as radiantly dark as your eyes, and knowing this I am
lost,...

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Late the music played in the smoky air
  in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that stroked your silky chestnut hair
  held a red wine and lit a cigarette.
Your soft skin smelt...

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I hold the stem of a wineglass, a pose in meditation,
cradling the glass as if it were an injured bird.
This is my moment of peace, my mind at ease
in stillness I peer at images and...

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I found a stream running down beside a landscape,
chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature.
I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria,
picking flowers and tossing them into the water.
I watched them float and...

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Wineglass stained
red
     red-rimmed eyes
needing sleep
After the party is over
     the patrons depart
leaving behind memories
       Did anyone know why 
they were there?
...

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Saša Milivojev - COME BACK


Come back In a slumber
In a contellation
I listen for your soft steps
Vanished touches of mute fingers
Wrap my untouched neck
Like a wineglass overfilled
Like mother’s warmth
I miss
Your dazzling visage
Come back From afar and...

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The foot of the wineglass
Left a ring on the table
The table was scarred
By the foot of the wineglass

The ring on the table 
Was left there, rejected
Next to the ring that the wineglass
Left on the table

The...

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Form is the wineglass from which I pour, 
The many words and thoughts I store.

It holds vivid images blended there,
Subtle and smooth, or feelings austere.

Without form, words spill out everywhere,
Rambling forth like sea waves to...

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